'Carrier Pigeon' referred to the U.S. Air Force aircraft that actually transported the arms and drugs. 'Pigeon Droppings' included the sometimes multi-national dispersal of the arms and drugs after they reached their destination. 'Pigeon Holing' meant covering up the criminal activity. These definitions, as I understood them then and understand them now, may well include deeper, more diverse meanings than I have perceived.
Habib's favorite programming theme was Alice In Wonderland, Through The Looking Glass due to its international recognition and relation to the ultra-effective NASA mirror, time, and infinity space programs for instantly dissociating programmed participants. He habitually spoke in Alice In Wonderland cryptic language, and even used it for sex as was evidenced by his Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum brutal games of perversion. Due to Habib's orchestration of Operation Carrier Pigeon, this CIA covert operation was littered with Wonderland mirror themes from beginning to end.
My CIA handler, Alex Houston had just returned from a brief solo trip 'to Florida' with an elaborately wrapped box. 'it's from a friend of yours,' he told me as he handed me the box. 'Let's go into the bedroom so you can unwrap it and see it through the 'Looking Class'.' Cryptically triggered, I mechanically walked to the bedroom as ordered.
I removed the silver metallic bow and wrappings from the box and Found an expensive, elegant dress made of an unusual shimmery silver fabric. A sheet of plain white stationary written in Philip Habib's recognizable shaded blue script lay on top of the dress. It read:
The heat you radiated when we last met melted my mirror. I had it made into a dress just for you, cut to accentuate your figure so that when you melt into it. You lose yourself into the pool of liquid mirror. Step into the Looking Glass. Sink deep within its pool and straddle dimensions in time. I'll see you there… along with my friends.
It was signed: 'Passionately, Phil Habib,' with his name written upside down under a line as though it were a mirror reflection.
Houston knew there would be a note, and ordered 'Let me see your note,' snatching it from my hands. He gestured toward the dress. 'Go ahead and try it on while I read this note. Now let's see, what does it say? 'Come to Poppa?'
I took the dress from the box. It did not feel like anything I'd ever felt before. It was cold like satin, but thin like silk. I started crying quietly, afraid that Habib would somehow show up if I had it on.
'Put it on and I'll zip you in,' Houston said as he took another note from his wallet and read it as I undressed:
There's a pair of magic shoes to wear with your dress, Something in-lightening, to transport you faster than the ol' ruby slippers (Oz) The shoes, like the dress, are made just for you, and when you wear them you'll be fit for a King, I'll send them for you at the appropriate lime.
Houston tucked the note back in his wallet, 'See. You're not going anywhere now. You'll meet him at the White House when you have shoes to wear with it. Just slip it on.'
I did. Houston accessed Habib's Wonderland brutal sex programming for his own gratification. Afterwards I hung the dress in Kelly's closet with my other trigger-significant clothes; out of sight, out of mind. Until the shoes arrived…
Habib 'sent the shoes for me' soon afterward. They were shiny black with what appeared to be silver lightening bolts down the high heels and sides. In place of dinner thai night, Houston gave me a 'Wonderland Wafer' (MDHMA-XTC CIA designer drug 'Ecstasy'). The wafer, like all those supplied by Habib, bore his trademark that read 'Eat me'. I began to prepare for the night out as instructed. Houston zipped me into the dress, and turned me to face the mirror. As I slipped into the shoes, Houston took another note from Habib out of his pocket and read:
Something in-lightening to tranceport you faster than the ol' ruby slippers. Click your heels together (I obeyed) and be there in a snap. Electrifying-with the rumble of thunder. Boiling through time. So you won't be late for a very important date.
Houston hit me with his stun gun and I passed out. He then drove me to the Nashville airport where I boarded a small plane to Washington, D.C.
I found myself at the White House with Byrd, attending another small cocktail party of about 20–30 people. After we spoke with Reagan, Byrd pointed me in the direction of Philip Habib and sent me over to him. My eyes were locked on Habib's as he hypnotically said: Melt into your melted mirror for an electrifying ride.
Look deep into the black of my melting mirror eyes, See you reflecting me, reflecting you, reflecting me- you-me-you-me until we melt together and sink deep into the other side.
Habib took me to a quieter spot in an adjoining room and held up another wonderland Wafer as he said in Alice In Wonderland cryptic, 'Welcome to Wonderland, Kitten. This is a very important date. I haven't time to explain.? He gave me the wafer and continued, 'Eat it, and I'll take you through the door.'
Habib took me by the hand and led me to the doorway of another room. It was a dining room of sorts where an informal array of guests was gathered. As soon as Habib appeared in the doorway, King Fahd of Saudi Arabia quickly excused himself from the table and approached. He was wearing a multicolored robe and headwear with a black-brown rope band. I was instantly repulsed by his «wicked» lecherous gaze, I stepped back into the other room in fear. Habib introduced him. 'This is one of 'my friends' I mentioned in my letter.' I robotically responded, 'It's a pleasure to meet you' and extended my hand as taught in Charm School. Fahd bent over to kiss my hand. As he did, his evil black eyes bore into mine as he softly said, 'Your beauty warms my embers. See them glowing deep within the darkness of my eyes-igniting into flame-black flame.' He laughed wickedly at the effect of his use of NASA hypnotic conditioning,
Habib slapped him on the shoulder as though they knew each other well and there were no formalities between them and asked, 'Am I right? Is that fit for a King?'
The three of us went into another room that appeared to be a guest bedroom that Habib was occupying. He closed the door and told me, 'Diplomatic relations are very important. You know the old saying 'when in Rome do as Romans do'. Well, he's a King. Get on your knees. His wish is your command. Satisfy his deepest wishes. It's your turn for a magic carpet ride, so turn your Genie free.'
Fahd was sitting in a chair by a coffee table. As I knelt on the carpel in front off him, his piercing black eyes seemed to stab into my brain like swords. I could not turn away. He stroked my neck with his index finger, activating oral sex programming. 'I have heard about you and am in-tent on having you.' Somehow he found the slit in his robes and parted it as he continued, 'Come into my tent- A feast has been spread for you.' He spread his legs and exposed his penis — one of the nastiest I had ever seen — like a black nightcrawler worm that smelled and tasted strongly of spice. Habib watched as I carried out my orders, much to the pleasure of Fahd.
Then Habib went to the chest of drawers and began pulling out his electric prod and bondage equipment as he explained. 'Now let me introduce you to my other 'friend'. I need to bottle up a message with your Genie and send it out to sea. You know what to do. Begin undressing now.'
I did as I was told and lay on my stomach on the bed while Habib sodomized me. He used his electric prod equipment and programmed me with a message to deliver to General Manuel Noriega while on an upcoming NCL cruise.
I was at sea on board an NCL cruise ship bound for their private island in the Bahamas, Stirrup Cay, which was to be my rendezvous point with Noriega, 'Bottled up' in my mind through the recent 'Genie in the Bottle' programming, was a cryptic message from King Fahd to Noriega. It was a moonless night whereby the Caribbean waters appeared as black as the night. I could not distinguish the sky from the sea in accordance with NASA hypnotic conditioning. T gazed, totally entranced, from the rear of the cruise ship. Houston used the opportunity to hypnotically enhance Habib's previous programming, while traumatizing me with the threat of being thrown overboard. The thought of 'treacling water in the inky blackness while the lights of the ship fade further-and further-away-until all is black and I sink-to the depths of the sea' did not seem so horrible in tight of the fact that I was to be the bearer of bad news to Noriega in the morning.
